Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Fear,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.